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Gideon got smart and held me at arm’s length where I couldn’t reach him, lifting me higher. Grinning, his eyes filled with lust.

I stood on my tiptoes, my head tipped back against the log wall and his grip tight enough around my throat that darkness started to grow in my periphery. Gasping for oxygen, I flailed with too-short arms and legs.

Need…breath…

“F-fuck you,” I whispered and settled on jabbing my fingernails into his forearm again.

He relented the slightest bit as I hovered on the edge of passing out rather than going over. His hooded gaze latched onto my eyes, and he pulled out his dick with his free hand.

I drew blood beneath my fingernails, but he ignored the pain I inflicted, the sound of his zipper causing my pussy to pulse.

“You want my dick, princess?”

“No!” I spat at him, my vision wavering as I struggled to shift my gaze lower, to watch his hand smear pre-cum all over his hard length.

Oh God…

My mouth watered.

My core clenched over the schlicking noise of fist fucking.

And I dug my fingernails deeper into his arm. He didn’t flinch but lifted me by my goddamn throat like I was insubstantial. A toy for him to play with, to toss around.

I attempted a weakened kick, and he stepped in between my legs. The back of his hand holding his dick brushed against my soaked pussy with every stroke down his length.

The sounds of his hand moving between our wetness made my heartbeat thrum, and his knuckles rubbing over my clit rushed tingles up through my quivering legs that widened involuntarily. I craved him—needed him inside me, giving us what we both lusted for.

“Let me go,” I croaked out, attempting to be what he wanted up to the edge of the cliff we approached.

His hold on my neck lessened as he bent his knees to touch the head of his dick against my pussy. He paused from taking me, his gaze narrowing and his lips parting on a quick inhale. “Never.”

He thrust his entire length into me with one deep grunt—and the world stopped at my gasp of unrestricted oxygen over the violent intrusion.

Gazes collided, ensnared.

Hearts pounding as we existed in timeless space. Together…as one.

My ears rang, and my full lungs seized at the sting of his girth, of him finally…finally having me.

“Gideon…” My breath rushed out on a sob of pent-up longing. Relief. Pain at the harsh claiming.

A tear slid down my cheek, and his dick jerked inside me.

“Fuck yes.” He leaned in to lick the droplet, his tongue like silk on my skin, his slick, calloused hand lifting my thigh higher to his hip.

I allowed him that one second of satisfaction while cinching my legs around his waist to keep him where I wanted him, regardless of the stinging stretch my body fought to accommodate. My hands found his shorter hair as his thickness throbbed inside me. Unmoving, as though he savored the clasp of my pussy straining around his entire length.

His hand slid from my waist to grasp my ass, his mouth running along my jawline toward mine—and I bit his lower lip.

He took my mouth and fucked into me so damn hard I gasped in his exhaled sweet breath…so damn delicious. Fireworks and racing shivers swept over me with every lash of his tongue and each thrust of his hips that banged my back against the wall, without a doubt marking my skin.

Utter, maddening perfection. Pain and pleasure. Everything I had ever dreamed of.

But I didn’t relax into the violence between us that only made me wetter. I gave him the fight he wanted.

“Fucking hate you,” I lied, pulled at his hair and scraping my teeth over his hungry mouth as his hip bones slammed into me, his fingers digging into my ass cheek to keep me from escaping.

I bucked against him, meeting his every grunted thrust. We both cursed. Bit and grasped at flesh in our need to be closer. The sting between my thighs didn’t relent, and the bruising of my back against the logs added to my sick arousal smearing between our groins.

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